#text:louise

[berniewijanto]

text 💬 bernise

Bernie: There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

Bernie: Can I marry her?

[dawsondaviss]

text 💬 daise

Dawson: DON'T WORRY, I'm just wearing a cowboy hat in my InstaRoyal pics for fun, it's not because I randomly got bald from being home for one day.

[lysslumos]

text 💬 lala girls

Lyssa: You kept whispering to me that the guy making your burrito was an angel.

Lyssa: Literally all you asked for was beans and jalapenos. I think he was more like a devil instead for agreeing to that!

[feliciadaughterofseshat-blog]

texts || Fou

Felicia: I'm going to be with Mrs. Adams until the library closes so not sure about dinner.

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text: Babe, we're like covalent bonds.

text: There should be a right hand rule that describes the way I'll wrap myself around you and make a current run through you. 

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text || Fou

Fee: We're staying in my place, is that fine? We can go to a hotel if you want.

Fee: Flight is around 7 hours-ish ugh and it's at 7 in the morning so we get to D.C. by 4-ish.

[feliciadaughterofseshat-blog]

text: Even if there's no gravity on Earth, I would still fall for you.

text:  I'm attracted to you like the Earth is attracted to the Sun - with a large force inversely proportional to the distance squared.

[feliciadaughterofseshat-blog]

[voicemail]: you're really frustrating, I keep on thinking about you. Want to be my girl? I mean. Shit. I mean, I miss you.

[Fee's surprised when she listens to the voicemail from Lou and immediately presses to save it. She sends him a text message] 

[text]: Yes, I will be your girl. 

[text]: I miss you also

[feliciadaughterofseshat-blog]

texts || Fou

Fee: Yes you are a better kisser.

Fee: I didn't think that I'd be able to convince him so easily actually...I know that trainer, I had to tell him to back off a few times to the younger girls.

Fee: And what the hell happened to you? Did you hurt yourself?

[feliciadaughterofseshat-blog]

texts || Fou

Fee: In the infirmary

Fee: May or may not be dying.

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texts || Felicia & Louise

Fee: Your shirt is in my room.

Fee: Do I throw it out of my room?